Keith Sharples Ode To Maggies Millions chords
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ODE TO “MAGGIES MILLIONS” K. Sharples C G Back in the late 70’s when Maggie came to power Am Em Her & her old cronies, oh what a useless shower F There’s some that won’t remember, when Britain it was great Dm G7 To return now to them times I guess it’s just too late C G She closed down all the coal mines, put millions out of work Am Em What a thoughtless action brought about by this daft birk F “Coal not dole” it was the cry of Arthur Scargils’ men Dm G7 She said “it’s all for progress”, but when will this begin? C G Many of these miners were left in poverty Am Em They were honest working men just like you & me F They toiled in danger underground providing Britain’s’ fuels Dm G7 Till’ Maggie put them on the dole just treating them like fools C G She privatised the railways, the busses & the phones Am Em Leaving all the working men to pick upon the bones F Of the caucuses of industries, when all hope was gone Dm G7 Looking down her nose again at every single one C G All the time she was feathering hers & her friends nest Am Em Telling us for England, she knew what was best F Created things called “QANGO’s”, all chaired by her kind Dm G7 Who creamed off all the profits, while kissing her behind C G There ended all apprenticeships coz industry was dead Am Em Caring not one jot about how workers kids were fed F Telling us there’s work out there so get out on your bike Dm G7 I wish that she was here today I’d tell her “take a hike”…..(or words stronger!!) C G The busses & the railway trains like clockwork used to run Am Em ‘till public transport suffered at the muzzle of her gun F No longer a public service it was all about the brass Dm G7 The working man needs transport too, that bitch can kiss my ass C G So when her final day is over I will go get pissed Am Em And if I were a hit man she’d be there top of my list F Give all ex-miners shovels, pick axes as well Dm G7 They’ll dig her her own tunnel, right direct to hell C G But will old Satan want her, oh that I really doubt Am Em Just like Britain’s furnaces she’ll put hells fires out F When that fatal day it comes we’ll all find out in turn Dm G7 C Csus4 C Maggie Thatcher you’re not fit to burn!